"Betty Crocker isn't a woman," Clint smiled more at his pizza than at Jamie, because it was funny, but he wasn't about to laugh at the guy just because he didn't know something. Not like he'd have grown up with the knowledge. "It's just a name brand." Although, okay, maybe making cookies directly out of a bag mixture shouldn't have been as much of a hard(heh)ship as Jamie was making it out to be.
He shifted slightly on his chair, bringing his legs up so that he was sitting cross-legged, and then reached for another slice. The little tomatoes really were great. "We can do it one easier next time. They make these ones you can literally just stick in the oven."